Why be in the audience when you could be a part of the show?
[ If he had to protest one thing, it would be the circus metaphor… go along with it he does, but there's no denying that it would go against his sense of aesthetics. Awful.
Anyway, given that they've both been surprisingly candid about aspects external to themselves, Sampo being transparent about his origins (citation needed) isn't a particular sticking point. One of these days, they might both come to realise that their disclosures might be exclusive to each other, albeit for different reasons; Sampo's in his curiosity to see if Elysium will come to know "Sampo Koski," and Elysium's in not wanting to burden others with knowledge. ]
… Hm. I can think of several places that are like that: blanketed by snow and storms more often than not. But a widespread phenomenon affecting an entire planet is unheard of. In those cases, you'd hope everyone would be able to unite for a better future, wouldn't you? Or at least come together in some regard.
[ Yet, things aren't that simple. It's natural and human nature to prioritise one's own self above all else. He'd once run away from witnessing such blatant corruption, but even now, acknowledging it, what could he really do?
His mouth flattens into a grim line. ]
But you and me both, brother. You and me both.
[ —So much for sunshine would be the thing to say here, if the hair ruffle didn't work to disperse any complicated feelings that'd arisen from their conversation topic. His mouth opens in protest and his hand will be halfway to batting it away, but it stops halfway to allow Sampo to continue to do as he wills, eliciting a softer laugh as he closes his eyes. ]
Yeah, yeah. Lots on your plate here of all places, huh. I suppose even without the sea, the sun will continue to shine.
[ The world could reach a heat death if the sun doesn't set, but whatever!! Right? At any rate, it's an end to how this conversation had begun: whether or not Sampo would remain with him on the metaphorical stage and for how long. ]
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[ If he had to protest one thing, it would be the circus metaphor… go along with it he does, but there's no denying that it would go against his sense of aesthetics. Awful.
Anyway, given that they've both been surprisingly candid about aspects external to themselves, Sampo being transparent about his origins (citation needed) isn't a particular sticking point. One of these days, they might both come to realise that their disclosures might be exclusive to each other, albeit for different reasons; Sampo's in his curiosity to see if Elysium will come to know "Sampo Koski," and Elysium's in not wanting to burden others with knowledge. ]
… Hm. I can think of several places that are like that: blanketed by snow and storms more often than not. But a widespread phenomenon affecting an entire planet is unheard of. In those cases, you'd hope everyone would be able to unite for a better future, wouldn't you? Or at least come together in some regard.
[ Yet, things aren't that simple. It's natural and human nature to prioritise one's own self above all else. He'd once run away from witnessing such blatant corruption, but even now, acknowledging it, what could he really do?
His mouth flattens into a grim line. ]
But you and me both, brother. You and me both.
[ —So much for sunshine would be the thing to say here, if the hair ruffle didn't work to disperse any complicated feelings that'd arisen from their conversation topic. His mouth opens in protest and his hand will be halfway to batting it away, but it stops halfway to allow Sampo to continue to do as he wills, eliciting a softer laugh as he closes his eyes. ]
Yeah, yeah. Lots on your plate here of all places, huh. I suppose even without the sea, the sun will continue to shine.
[ The world could reach a heat death if the sun doesn't set, but whatever!! Right? At any rate, it's an end to how this conversation had begun: whether or not Sampo would remain with him on the metaphorical stage and for how long. ]